June 17, 2003

spiky-top

Thursday is Punk Rock Day at work. This means that it has been requested of the population at work to dress like punks. Last week it was dress as your favorite recording artist, the week before was “camo” day (wear camouflage) and next week is red, white and blue day. See June has been dubbed “Fun Month” and it’s apparently fun to dress exactly like I did ten years ago. They are going to give away a computer to the best dressed male and one to the best dressed female.

I’ve been going through my closet pulling out the old school garb and compiling the ultimate punk rock attire. I just confirmed that all the old piercings are still open and available for business so I’ll be filling them with safety pins. I made this pair of pants my junior year out of my favorite black jeans. I completely covered them with patches from other pairs of black jeans. They were the envy of many and are still occasionally talked about by those that knew me back then. I gave away my old bondage belt, but will be borrowing that back from my friend. I can’t seem to find my old leather supply box (which at one point contained my spiked bracelet), so it’s just going to be chains on the wrist. The hair is still up in the air (uhm... by that I mean that I’m not sure what I’ll be doing with it yet, but as an added bonus to that idiom, it will also be spiked — somehow). As for the T-shirt, I think I’m gonna go with either “Operation Ivy” or “Free Radio Berkeley”. Need to hit the thrift store to see about getting a pair of “braces” (suspenders). Docs will adorn the feet, wallet chain(s) and my leather jacket will complete the attire. We are required to wear identification badges — their main purpose is to allow you to enter the building. I painted, using acrylics, a replication of this badge on my leather jacket as a little kiss ass way to woo the judges because I sorta feel like I’m cheating. It doesn’t take much work to find the old box of punk rock and start dressing like I did in high school. Nevertheless, I’m fully planning on winning.

For those that are curious, I’ve gone back and scanned, edited and posted some pictures of me when I used to be a spiky-top.

UPDATE: Having thought about this post and my feelings about Thursday, I think what I’m worried about is being too much like the real thing. Halloween, for example, nobody worries that the guy in a bear suit is actually a bear or that the “woman” with a full on beard is really a cross dresser. You don’t mistake the costume for the real thing. But, if you run from the “bear” and hit on the “woman” are they still costumes? Having worn my “costume” quite seriously for several years, I guess I think the judges will see that and think I didn’t put any effort into it (that’s what the comment about kissing ass is all about). On the other hand, most people at work think I’m this clean-cut, religious guy who would never think of having blue hair, so maybe it really will be a costume. But if they ask me about it, I have to tell them, “oh, I used to dress like this all the time.”

posted @ 10:21 AM

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